I was born to be a warrior,
A warrior is what I am.
I guess that was their reason,
For throwing me into some can.
They said that they were honest,
I mean really just and fair.
But brothers we know the difference,
It was because of my skin and my hair.
If they think they will change me,
By locking me away inside,
I'm afraid all they have is my freedom,
They'll never take away my pride.
I was born to be a warrior,
A warrior is what I am.
Even though they cheated on the shuffle,
I'm still playing the best hand.
I don't like being locked in a cage,
Or being treated like a wild boar.
I just want to be free again,
In the wind just me and my horse.
How can any man say that I'm wrong,
when I'm satisfied with myself.
I was born to be a warrior,
A warrior is what I am.
I wish this whole damn country,
was nothing but a warrior's land.
When I was small, and tender at heart,
You showed me to love, to get a good start.
You showed me how, to get a good life,
To avoid lots of misery, strain and strife.
You packed all my lunches, and took me to school,
I skipped all my classes, and thought I was cool.
When I went to high school, I thought I was mean,
Whit long hair, and dirty blue jeans.
When I quit school, you sat down and cried,
I went out, and cheated and lied.
To get my money, any way I could,
You would remember, when I was so good.
I would go out, wonder and roam,
You would still ask me, if I would come home.
Now I am in prison, and doing my time,
I have to be a man, because I committed a crime.
As the years pass by, I can still feel no joy,
But always remember mom, I am still your little boy.
I stare out the window,
Through the cold steel bars.
I look at the bright
And shining stars.
I dream of my life,
The future, the free…
Is there a life, out for mee?
I think of the seasons
That have passed me by.
It makes my heart ache,
And sometimes I cry.
At times I start
To feel so blue
Because now I'm in prison
Paying society's due.
It does me no good
To ask myself why.
I only shrug my shoulders
And give a heavy sigh.
I'll make it home
One of these years,
But first I must swim
This river of tears.
Freedom is breathing
all the air you can.
Freedom is walking
For miles in the sand.
But how can this be
When I'm locked within.
No longer among my friends
Mill this nightmare ever end.
Freedom is understanding
All that is around.
Freedom is conversing
Without making a sound.
Freedom is being able
To speak your own mind.
Freedom is always searching
For someone you might find.
But how can this be
When freedom is just a word.
A word in prison
That is not ever heard.
THE CYCLE
I wake up and here I am,
Time to work once more.
I look around and nothing has changed;
Those menacing walls are still here,
Standing tall and strong.
Adjusting to this routine isn't easy,
As my mind drifts away.
My thoughts have travelled;
Surely my friend, you must know where.
The day was long, but aren't they all?
My work is done for now,
Time to relax although I don't see how.
But wait, night has fallen, what a relief,
Because before another day arrives,
I shall go home tonight.
For they can hold my person,
But never my dreams.
I wake up and…
Born free, he
Rides through the years.
He's of a proud breed
Whit little to fear.
He rides hard till his
Destination is met
Harbouring memories
He'll not soon forget.
The mountains are his home
As endless as time.
He's free from hassles
And has peace of mind.
Hunting to live, and
Living to hunt.
The winds at his heels
And the stars are his guide.
The days are much warmer,
The nights are much colder,
The ages of time,
Just keep getting older.
The seasons come,
As the years go.
The raindrops are of sorrow,
as my loneliness begin to show.
Warm gentle tears roll down my face,
As I continue my search throughout the human race.
I search for happiness and peace of mind,
I search for a love that I once left behind,
I search for the secrets of immorality,
a way out of this fantasy into reality.
I sit by the river and listen
To the rustle of the wind.
I hear dead warriors voices
Calling my name again.
I look up into the blue
With tears in my eyes.
Hoping to see heaven's horsemen
Ride across the skies.
I think of Red Fox, Grey Wolf and Hawk,
Warriors tried and true.
Their embraces of the Owl Clan
and the good times that we knew.
We road together, Brothers of the Clan.
Some day, Brothers,
We'll ride together again!